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My hand shakes as I put pen to paper and begin to draft what will be my final words to the world I am about to leave behind. It is quite possibly a wasted effort, as the chances of anyone missing me when I'm gone are slim. My long, dark hair falls over my shoulder as I hunch forward, contemplating. I am torn. Should I leave a long, drawn out letter, full of angst and pent-up bitterness? Or should I keep it short and succinct, mysterious and tragic? I ponder which will have the most impact and settle on a style somewhere between the two extremes. I have always had a bit of a flair for the dramatic, and it seems to me that there could be no better time to exercise this quality than in the final hours of my short, unfortunate life. I steady my hand and begin to write.
To Whom It May Concern,
If you are reading this note, it is too late to save me; I am gone forever. For too long I have lived in a cruel
MonsterThe monster is back again. Though I shouldn't be surprised; it always comes back.
The monster is the biting kind that loves to linger; Alcohol. Any kind will do.
It loves to sink its teeth into my mothers flesh and hold her tightly. I must make a distinction though, the monster and my mother are two different people entirely. While the monster is away those eyes are mine, her smile is mine, and her love is mine. I do love her, even when she's in the monsters grip. Sometimes I see her inside even when the monster has her and I know she loves me too. When the monster takes her from me I have to take care of her. Always taking care of her. The monster likes to knock her down and bruise her body. I know that once the monster releases her, she will still use that body. The shell. I wish the monster would leave, but I don't know if it can. Its found itself a home now. Its alright though, I promise to still love her when its over. I do not blame her, I know the monster is a sickness that cann
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
My Broken Heart
So bright and full.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
My world without you?
How could this be?
One day my everything, then my nothing?
Bitter tears fall for you.
Leaving my heart so shattered it hurts my entire body.
I wish for you...nothing...
Dreaming is the only escape.
In my dreams we are together again.
In love again.
Then , a victim of my dreams,
I wake to find my heartbreak in your place.
You promised you would never leave.
But I'm here alone.
The memories are all that remains of our love.
This can't be goodbye, can it?
How can I keep it together if your gone?
Not good enough...never good enough.
I whisper your name always.
My everything...my nothing.
You will not be forgotten dear,
promise you will remember me too.
Now and always, I am, forever yours.
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